Professor_Wyvern

The Walking Dead : What's Left

I suppose I'll keep an eye on it as well.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Feigling said
Are you talking about our collab?Is everything ok, Metro? You on holiday or has something happened?

Yes Johnson.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Johnson, you didn't get that collab on the desk...



Ryu knew when the collab was supposed to be on the desk.
... Let this be a lesson Johnson!

Shonen Punk!

And the call of another individual peaked his curiosity, Katsuo glanced around as he shouted out. "Over here!" Frantically waving his free arm, he glanced around looking for the individual who called out. Then, a thought emerged to Katsuo, one of the most important thoughts. I HAVEN'T DONE ANY DISCO TODAY! he thought to himself in absolute horror. Katsuo quickly moonwalked a few paces back, from Jimmy, while holding onto his skateboard.

He began tapping his right foot as he felt the groove flowing through his body. He glanced at his skateboard as he placed it down upon the vine covered bricks. Seriously staring at Jimmy, "Do you feel the FUNK?!" As he finished his declaration he extended out his right hand as he pointed upwards, to nothing in particular as he beamed a smile. It was time to dance after all, the funk within his body told him so. Stepping to the right side, he then stepped to the left, swaying his arms he began the first series of steps of the Hustle. He quickly began doing the shoulder peps and continued doing the hustle.

Shonen Punk!

Where are they!? Katsuo thought to himself as he frowned. He rolled around on his skateboard a bit more, weaving around, looking for those great books. Disappointed he felt that, Katsuo lit up as someone called out, and he rode his skateboard towards Jimmy. As he approached he stomped on the back, kicking up the skateboard. He grabbed it in his right hand as he spun around, feeling the sweet groovy funk in his veins. He gave a quick nod to the individual, "Yo."

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Alrighty. So that explains Remmington, or Remington whichever. Cool, thanks Bing,

The second m is silent.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Or the fact it could be a metaphor comparing Johnson's rivals to more adept predators.

Also Jabberjaw had proven sharks do fine at a work place above the water.

However Johnson, that collab! On my desk tomorrow morning!

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

IncredibleBee said
JOHNSON I WANT THAT COLLAB ON MY DESK BY TOMORROW MORNING.

Johnson, Mmkay it'd be greaaat if you got that collab on my desk tomorrow morning. Yeah that'd be great. *sips coffee*

Yeaaah that'd be great. Especially if you want to keep the job, there are hungrier sharks who'd kill for your job...

Shonen Punk!

Mizushima Katsuo felt like he was shot through several times by a master gunslinger wielding a trusty Colt. There was one thing he knew for sure, he was not in the Wild West, or America, or anywhere he knew. He found himself clutching onto his skateboard, with his backpack left on his back. Slowly getting up he rubbed his eyes, as he observed his surroundings. This is... What is this. he pondered to himself.

He placed his skateboard on the ground, and stepped onto it, as he rolled it around, looking at the books. Wild West... where are you Wild West books. Any library worth itself should have a Wild West book. he thought to himself, as he scanned the library searching.

The Faintly Gallows (Dark Fantasy/Horror/Suspense/Supernatural)

Dancing even quicker, he quickly moved his fingers up and down the strings and ran his bow down the fiddle strings at an incredible flurry. As coins were tossed in his direction, he motioned his bow over the strings, and extending it out to the side. He gave a quick bow, as he held his fiddle and bow in the same hand. Slinging his backpack off of his back, he opened it up and placed his fiddle and bow back there. Gabriel scooped up the coins that the patrons tossed during his performance and placed them in his bag, then sealed it shut. Grabbing the backpack he placed it on his back as he gave another bow, "Thank you, thank you all. I shall do another performance in just a bit." he said to the various patrons.

I'll need to acquire more rosin to tend to my bow. he mused to himself. Gabriel glanced back as he heard a door slam, and watched an individual go up to take a booth. Raising his right eyebrow he took a glance at the man, Booths are for parties of multiple people, three or more... Yet I do not see anyone else. Gabriel thought to himself, as he again smelled the meat roasting on the open coals. However, it is time for Second Breakfast, Strolling on over to the coals he glanced at the selection of meats available. Beaming with another smile he drew one of his throwing knives from the right satchel, and twirled it around inspecting the gleam of the blade against the flickering of the coal. Hm, it could use polishing. he thought to himself. Holding the blade in his left hand he eyed the selection, searching for the meal he felt would best amuse him in eating. He stabbed a small piece that looked well down, and wrenched it off from the coals. Gabriel eagerly eyed the piece, as he licked his lips, knowing that he had chosen wisely.

He strolled up towards the booth that Valunn was in, and hopped onto the opposite side. Beaming a smile he glanced at the man, while still standing on the booth seat, "Hello there! I'm Gabriel Knotts, the Laughing Scorpion, Professional Entertainer and Freelance Adventurer. How are you doing this day? Say, it looks like you haven't got anything to munch on." He used his right hand as he tore off a chunk of the meat impaled on the throwing knife as he handed it over towards Valuun. "The food here is fantastic, and the atmosphere is nice. So what brings you here?" He said, as he brought his throwing knife towards him as he took a bite out of the meat, tearing it off.